Catastrophe Card King - Chapter 682

Chapter 682: Chapter 225 New King of Orlan_4

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“And after I comprehended ‘Divine Power,’” I had a whole new understanding of the world… It was recognition on an entirely different level. Strive to become stronger. The view from the top is even better than you imagine. I can’t describe it, you have to see it with your own eyes… And even at my current realm, I can see that there are even vaster peaks above my head…”

“…”

After drinking too much, this old senior was just like any ordinary old man, quite talkative.

But Leonard Churchill liked to listen.

This old man had been missing for eighty years, but his life truly qualified as legendary.

The stories he told were views that countless people could not come into contact with in their lifetimes.

Of course, this mischievous old man occasionally bragged, saying things like “When I was young, I was irresistibly handsome, and countless young girls dreamt of marrying me…”

The two of them continued to drink and chat like this.

No one would come to disturb them in this underground place.

However, today, some uninvited guests arrived.

…

All of a sudden, Barre Shepherd, who was about to take a sip from his bottle, turned serious, “Someone is coming!”

Leonard Churchill, engrossed in the stories, was also surprised when he heard this: Someone is coming?

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The miners on the seventh level of the mine would definitely not come, and neither would the Mutation Monsters, so who could it be?

Barre Shepherd’s perception was far stronger than Churchill’s; he seemed to have discovered something and said seriously, “The newcomers are not weak. Put everything away first.”

Churchill immediately understood and put away the food and drinks.

With a wave of the old man’s hand, the already small range of scents around them vanished in an instant.

The two leaped onto the rock wall, hiding behind an inconspicuous boulder.

Churchill watched the distant entrance, curious about who could come here.

It wasn’t long before a group of six people walked in.

Five wore custom cloaks with gold embroidery on a black background, escorting a young man with silver hair, wearing an iron Thorn Crown in the middle.

This young man didn’t hide his face, which was quite handsome, and one could tell at a glance the kind of dignified presence that an authoritative figure exuded without anger.

Upon seeing the silver hair and the luxurious gold-threaded long robe, Churchill immediately guessed the identity of the visitor: “The New King of Orlan?”

This Upper State Prison belonged to the Golden Oak Security Company, which was backed by the Orlan Remnants.

It was normal for this “Mine Owner” to come and inspect such a treasure trove.

But as Churchill looked at the Illusion with a crown also rising behind the young king, his eyes narrowed slightly, “So this guy has already successfully fused with the ‘Spade K – Tyrant’ Epic Source Card.”

Considering the time, it made sense.

The Barrier created in Lion City to absorb fear allowed the fusion with this origin card to be normal.

Moreover, it was said that this ‘Tyrant’ Sequence controlled both Kingship and Fear, two High-level Laws. With some artifacts, resisting the Contamination of this mine pit seemed plausible.

However, Churchill found the crown on the young man with silver hair to look oddly familiar.

He looked up at the Rock Wall again.

Wasn’t that the crown worn by the Royal Family protected by the Weeping Angel in the mural?

On the other side, Barre Shepherd also recognized the crown and wondered, “Huh… strange, how did that old man Merlin give the ‘King’s Key’ to this guy?”

Churchill, listening, turned with a curious gaze; he felt like he had heard about this somewhere.

Barre Shepherd understood that look in his eyes.

“It’s the crown on that kid’s head. This is the ‘King’s Key.’ Originally there were five pieces. There was one in old man Merlin’s possession. I never imagined they would all end up in this kid’s hands…”

Leonard Churchill asked, “Senior, what is the King’s Key?”

Barre Shepherd glanced at Leonard Churchill and seemed to think the topic was very sensitive, but having enough trust, he went on directly, “It could be said to be the greatest secret of the Sinless City.”

Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill became even more curious.

The old man continued, “When we first discovered Sinless City, we stumbled upon an iron chain leading to the Old Continent. This curse-imbued chain itself is a divine artifact. And this crown is the key to control the chain. You’ve seen the significance of the Old Continent road… Later, to prevent someone from monopolizing this key, it was split into several pieces. I don’t know about the others, but I’m certain Merlin has one. And he definitely won’t hand it over to just anyone, easily.”

As he spoke, he also muttered to himself, “Strange, although old man Merlin spends all day tinkering with his odd research, his abilities are very tricky. There are few in the Federation who could manage to snatch it from him. And now, to give it to these Orlan Remnants?”

Leonard Churchill felt as if he had heard some profound secrets.

He was also slightly surprised.

He knew that Master Merlin should be very strong.

But after all, he was a Card Maker.

Yet now, even in the mouth of this peak Martial Arts veteran, he was described as ‘very tricky’?

Tsk tsk… how strong must he be?

However, Leonard Churchill was not particularly interested in any King’s Key.

After all, he had seen that these Orlan Remnants held far too many high-end secrets in their hands.

He was more curious, what were these people here for?

Watching those few approaching the central abyss of the mine, Leonard Churchill also curiously asked, “Senior, what is actually inside this deep pit?”

The old man shook his head and said with an uncertain tone, “About two hundred meters further down, there is a spire-shaped stone stele. But the contamination there is so severe that I can’t even approach it, and I have no clear idea what is written on it. Deeper down, it’s still impossible to see the bottom, and I don’t know what lies beneath.”

Leonard Churchill nodded in understanding.

If the contamination in the mine felt like the air, then inside the pit, it was like a pool of Black Water.

Impossible to see, let alone go down.

However, hearing about “a stone stele,” Leonard Churchill thought about the Underground Palace in the Summer Shepherd City ruins.

Was there such a stone stele as well?

Could it be that here too lie some remains of a sealed angel?

It seemed these stone steles are somewhat standard for high-tier sealings?

With this in mind, Leonard Churchill had a guess about what those guys were here for.

And at that moment, Barre Shepherd once again disclosed something astonishing, “However, these guys had already been here once, more than half a year ago. Last time, they dredged up a ‘black coffin’ from this place.”

“A coffin?”

Leonard Churchill blinked upon hearing this.

He was all too familiar with it.

In the Summer Shepherd City ruins, weren’t those Orlan Remnants after the Angel’s Remains also involved with the materialization of a black coffin during Spirit Communication?

And Tracy Garcia had also mentioned that when the old King of Orlan was dying, someone had brought a mysterious black coffin into the royal palace, hadn’t she?

Looking at it now, it seemed to have been dredged up from this very place?

So, he was right in his guess—could there really be Angel’s Remains inside this pit?

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